Matthew Crawley Novels & Stories

he commands, his voice dropping into the familiar, lethal register that demands total submission. My breath hitches, my tear-filled eyes locking on to his. "You are Eve Grimaldi," he states, the absolute certainty in his tone leaving no room for argument or doubt. “You saved my life. You stared down a traitor, picked up a surgical scalpel, and took him apart piece by piece without blinking. You are the strongest, most ruthless woman I have ever known. This?" He gestures vaguely toward my stomach. "This is nothing. You are going to push, and you are going to bring our son into this world."

Clayton trailed off, feeling the weight of the situation pressing down on him. Matt sighed, running his hands through his hair in frustration. "Of all the people I could have been stuck in this shitty situation with... Why did it have to be you?" he mused with a half-hearted smile. "What are you talking about? You didn't know me before all of this," Clayton replied, raising an eyebrow in confusion. "Alpha Thomas' prodigal son? The last of the Lupi Noctis? I may not have known you, but I knew of you. I'm also good friends with Chase and Josh, so you've obviously come up in conversation before," Matt explained with a shrug. "Oh yeah? What did they say?" Clayton asked curiously, intrigued by wh

Alicia on the other hand was speechless because honestly she is excited that she will be the bride of the famous actor Matthew Styles, but it is already ruined now. “Mom, do I have to tell you every detail in my life? I thought I could be independent now but you’re still insisting your decision. Mom I am respecting but I won’t accept that” Matthew stated his heartfelt words to his obviously surprised mom. Chryss is also shock but at the same time is expecting to reject his mother’s request. “Chryss let’s go” Matthew intentionally holds Chryss’s hand in front of his mother and they stand up ready to exit the restaurant.

I was hungry and as much as I would love to have breakfast right now, I can't afford to waste any more time. MATTHEW'S P.O.V I was grumpy and irritated. I'm Matthew Day for goodness sake! Americas #1 Sexy Billionaire and C.E.O of Lexon Corp. I shouldn't be taking a taxi to work! I know you're wondering why I don't have my driver, take me to work.

I had to be at the party tonight, no matter what. At the end of the practice, I go to the bathroom to call my aunt. "I'm trying to reconcile your mom and my relationship." "I'm not going to do anything for you to worsen it," my mom's twin, Emma, answers on the phone. Unlike my mother, she's the cool one, and I sometimes wish she was my mom instead. She doesn't have a child yet, has never been married, and is recently single after breaking up with her boyfriend, Jack, a tattoo artist. It's a shame their relationship ended. I liked Jack; he promised to give me a free tattoo once I turned eighteen. I wonder if that offer still stands.

I roll my eyes and widen them, asking, “What!” Matthew raises a hand and the clapping instantly stops. His smile fades. He descends the platform, eyes still on me. “Faith St. Clair. My office. Now!”

“I can bring you mine, Ari.” I turned my head to the left and found Matteo standing over me, a huge smile on his face. He wore a three-piece suit, very much like the one his papa wore. Weird for a boy our age, unless you were Matteo Vitale or any other mafia prince. It was actually comical to see them all running around in suits… Well, except for Nikola. He threw his suit into the pool, refusing to wear it. Rolling my eyes, I folded my hands under my head and sunk a little deeper into the grass. “No, thanks.”

“So, talk.” Matthew leaned forward, his chains clinking softly. “I owe you the truth,” he began, his tone measured. “About who I am. About what I did and why.” “Fine. Start with who you are,” I said, crossing my arms, keeping my posture firm. He exhaled deeply, his eyes dropping for a moment. “My father is Alpha Jacob Calder, Chloe’s first mate. When she left him, she left me behind, too. I grew up watching her betray everyone who trusted her, including my father and me.”

“My friend, Mathew.’ The lawyer dipped his head in acknowledgment and I nodded, not at all surprised by his profession. “I know you must have heard a lot about me,” Mathew commented extending his hand toward me. “You are as beautiful as my mom sang.” “Your mom?” I asked in confusion as I shook his hand. “Ma. Greene.’ Damon clarified. Realization dawned as I took Mathew in again and realized why he looked familiar. He was a dead-ringer of Mrs. Carlene and his goofiness didn’t fool me one bit. His green eyes were rather accessing. “I didn’t hear a peep about you,’ I corrected with a straight face and felt a smug satisfaction when the grin on his face disappeared.